|Bow enjoying a salad that consists of peas in the pod, cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and Texas toast croutons|
I don't know whether you have noticed in the videos, but both Bow and I are right handed, and when he spells on the glass, he takes my left hand in his right. Now that he only gets a very small part of that hand to work with, it is even more obvious that I cannot be the power behind the movement.
|Bow enjoying a homemade brownie|
Bow loves chocolate, but whenever he gets to eat anything with chocolate in it, he eats very slowly and savors it.
That's pretty much all that is happening here right now. The Weigela blossoms are spent. They shed their petals all over the lagoon.
Only a few stray late bloomers remain.
Most of the flowers are bare now and trying to form fruit.
Beside the lagoon, the black garden ants are still hard at work on the peonies, which have not opened yet.
In the woods, the cypress spurge is forming tiny orange flowers which are very hard to see. I think this is the first time I have noticed them at all.
By the side of the walking trail, the mustard flowers are practically radiant.
It requires much patience and persistence to get results. We are persisting. We are persisting beyond what anyone expected. Normally, by the time a chimpanzee is thirteen, he is considered too old to be useful for ape language research, and normally, researchers who do not get recognition for one experiment move on to something else.
For years, I heard perseverance hailed as a virtue. Then I read the literature on autism, and they had "perseveration" down as something bad. Is it bad that we persist? Should we just give up? I don't see how we can, though, because how else would we communicate with each other?
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